A/N: Like I promised, here is another drabble, today as an apology for not updating this in so long. This prompt was requested by a person on tumblr.

The prompt being: Rachel walks in on Kurt and Blaine having sex. Preferably top!Blaine.

Warnings: Smut, top!Blaine(I know some people don't like that, that they prefer top!Kurt)

But I hope you all enjoy nonethless.

Lots of love.

IrishGermanWoodNymph
XxLaurenxX

Lovers By The Fire

Snow outside of the window fluttered to the ground. Kurt and Blaine spent most of their time outside in the wonderland of snow. Most of the afternoon they walked hand in hand through center park. Kurt's heart swelling happily as a little girl tugged on the bottoms of Blaine's jacket as she asked him to play. He watched as Blaine and the small child frolicked and played, rolling around in the snow. He thought Blaine looked cute with the wet snowflakes in his curly head of hair, his flushed pink cheeks, and red nose.

When they got back to the Berry-Anderson household the place was empty. Rachel had decided to spend the afternoon with Finn, and Blaine's fathers were off at work.

Soon they decided that they would warm up by the fire place. They joked around, drank hot chocolate—Kurt sitting in between Blaine's legs, settled against his chest, just enjoying being so close to his boyfriend.

Boyfriend thought Kurt. That's really nice.

If you were to ask Kurt a few years ago if he would be sitting here with the one person he loved most in the world, drinking hot chocolate, after a very long day in the snow how would tell you simply to get out of here.

If you were to tell him that the person he loved most in the world was Blaine Berry-Anderson, his best friends brother. The same person who would make mud-pies, and throw rocks. The same kid who would tease Kurt, and trip him all throughout their child hood. He would think you were joking, and laugh.

But love was funny thing. It comes in the most unexpected forms. It comes in the least expected times. Sometimes love was good, and sometimes love was bad.

There were times where Blaine would make Kurt cry.
Or Kurt would make Blaine cry.

There were times where they would fight.
There were times they would break up, and then there were times that they would be banging on each others doors, begging for the other one back.

They had their up and downs, but yet here they are.

Their love for each other changing everyday, falling more and more in love with each other day after day.

When their hot chocolates was done, they were set aside.

Blaine kissed down Kurt's neck, and Kurt sighed happily.

Soon they shifted, and they were both laying, facing one another cuddling, staring into each others eyes.

"I love you." Blaine would whisper, his breath trickling on Kurt's lips making Kurt shiver.

"I love you too." Kurt would say softly, inching even closer to Blaine, his lips brushing barley against Blaine's.

Blaine nuzzled his nose against Kurt's. His eyes sparkling.

"Don't be such a tease." Blaine whispered playfully, leaning in and pressing his lips against Kurt's.

Blaine's tongue slipping into Kurt's mouth, moaning at the taste of chocolate.

His fingers curled around Kurt's neck, pulling him in closer so their bodies were pressed against each other.

Kurt shifted his head, angling the kiss, Blaine's tongue ran along the roof of his mouth as Blaine's fingers moved from Kurt's neck and trailed down his chest.

Their kissing turning into touching.

Clothes started to get stripped.

Hands wandered in places that are now familiar to the other.

The fire crackling in the background, as Blaine lowered himself down Kurt's body, trailing kisses wherever he could.

His fingers were coated and ready.

"Please—Blaine." Kurt called, his fingers digging into Blaine's hair, trying to push him down further.

Soon Blaine slipped one of his fingers.

Kurt groaned out, and Blaine waited, caressing Kurt's inner thigh with his free hand.

He whispered sweet nothings to Kurt, and when Kurt was ready he s pulled out his finger, only to add another.

Kurt is now ready, after four fingers, rocking himself back on Blaine's hand and that is still one of the hottest things Blaine has ever seen. Watching Kurt like this.

Now Blaine Berry-Anderson was on top of his boyfriend of eight months. Mixed panting and the sound of skin slapping could be heard as Blaine continued to thrust his hips, his eyes never leaving Kurt's.

Kurt was still very tight.

Each thrust would make the skin on his hard dick drag.

Kurt would clench, unintentionally. Blaine would groan, pulling out, and thrusting back in.

"Blaine," Kurt moaned. His toes curling, and his fingers trailing up and down Blaine's chest.

They had always made love just like this. Their bodies pressed closely together. Blaine on top, and Kurt on bottom. Their eyes never leaving the other, because there is no other place they would rather be than in each others arms, like this. Because in those moments nothing else matter. Not the bullies in school, not the cold reality of the outside world, not even Rachel and her obvious disapproval of their relationship.

It was just them.

No regrets.
Just love.

"Kurt," Blaine whispered, nuzzling into his neck.

"Hmm," was Kurt's reply, as he rocked back in time with Blaine's thrusts, Blaine's fingers digging into his hips.

"I love you." Blaine had said, and what they didn't hear was the sound of the front door opening, as Blaine once again pulled out completely, and slammed his hips back in, hitting that one spot that turned Kurt into jelly.

"Oh, god Blaine Iloveyoutoo." his voice came out as a rush groan, he was falling apart and Rachel who just walked into the room, clueless, dropped the two plates of dinner that she held in her hands, and it clattered to the floor just from the mere sight of her brother and Kurt by the fireplace.

She whitened, and both of the boys jumped at the loud clash of the plates smashing. They paused and looked up.

"Shit." Blaine murmured.

Rachel covered her eyes. "Oh for the love of Barbra, why... why... why.. why.." she mumbled in disbelief, because the thing she was seeing wasn't real right. There is absolutely no way that she had walked in on her brother and her best friend having sex in front of their fireplace. No of course not.

I'm going to count to three, open my eyes, and they will be gone. They will be gone alright.

1...

2...

3...

Rachel opened her eyes, and seen Kurt now wrapped up in the blankets, and Blaine dressing in a hurry.

"For fucks sake it's true. Why... guys, why don't you just have sex in a bedroom like normal people." Rachel whined, her eyes falling to Kurt, one specif blanket catching her eye.

Blaine froze, his eyes following Rachel's.

"You didn't." she hissed, storming across the room, ignoring the two dinners scattered across the floor.

"Rachel," Blaine said uncomfortably, grabbing a pillow from the couch and pulling it in front of him, he may be clothed but she really didn't need to see the evidence of everything, because seriously, that is his sister.

"Don't Rachel me Blaine," she growled.

"That is my favorite blanket and you two, you two...you..."

"Had sex on it?" Kurt finished.

"Not helping Kurt." Blaine whispered, shooting Kurt a look.

"I can help you with something else." Kurt said curtly back.

Rachel looked back and forth between the two turning two shades of red.

"Ughhhhhhhhh. We are so not finished with this." Rachel warned, storming out of the room.

"She is right, we so weren't finished with this." Kurt had stated innocently.